Qin Chuan strained his neck to turn, opened his mouth, but could only gasp out Qin Lang's name before gasping for breath and feeling his eyelids growing heavy, as if he were about to faint.,If this were a minor ailment, Qin Lang could easily solve it. However, now that Qin Lang's cultivation is gone and all he has left is a sliver of true qi swirling within him, it's barely enough to delay the flow of Qin Chuan's life force!,Qin Lang then turned his head to look at the doctors who were all helpless, and said in a deep voice: "My father is still salvageable. Silver needles, quickly, give me a box of silver needles!"。